-wod-: Dancingreaper -v1.02-

She tilted her head, and for one second, the strobe caught her shadow—not attached to her feet, but leading her, pulling her like a marionette with frayed strings.

Here is the prepared piece: Version 1.02 — World of Darkness Log Entry

Tonight, he stepped onto the floor.

"I know." Leo had seen the morgue files. Seven people. Each died smiling. Each with spiral fractures in their legs, as if they'd danced past the point of bone giving way.

The bass dropped. The crowd cheered. And somewhere in the dark, a rusted scythe began to swing in perfect, terrible time. DancingReaper -v1.02- -WOD-

"Dance?" Her voice was a needle scratch on vinyl.

No fangs. No claws. Just fingers long as candle drippings. She tilted her head, and for one second,

"Hunter," she whispered, "you've already been dancing with me for six nights. You just don't remember the music."